After speaking.
Wang Dengfeng looked at Yu Tingzhi somewhat nervously.
There was no special expression on his face, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he gave a faint "hmm," unable to discern his emotions.
Wang Dengfeng licked his lips and then said, "My dad isn't targeting you. He's the same with me. Maybe in his heart, only Wang Dengyue is his biological son! No matter what I do, he thinks I'm useless and ignorant, he's always negating me."
He liked esports, but in Wang Mancheng's eyes, it was just being addicted to online games.
He wanted to start his own business and hoped his father would encourage him, but Wang Mancheng thought he was being unrealistic and had high aspirations but low abilities.
He became good friends with Yu Tingzhi, but Wang Mancheng thought he was deliberately degenerating and not striving for progress.
Wang Mancheng never seemed to look at him with approval.
Speaking of this, he gave a self-deprecating laugh, "But I don't care, what does it matter how he sees me!"
Actually, Wang Dengfeng was sometimes quite envious of Yu Tingzhi. Although Yu Tingzhi had a bad reputation and everyone in Jiang City avoided him, he had the full love of his parents.
Yu Tingzhi lowered his eyes and turned the silver ring on his index finger.
The ancient ring reflected a mysterious light under the sunlight.
"Have you heard a saying?"
"What saying?" Wang Dengfeng asked.
Yu Tingzhi continued, "Born as a dragon, even if one day its palm teeth are broken, its scales are torn, its eyes are blinded, its claws are severed, and it falls into shallow water, a dragon is still a dragon."
He spoke word by word, his tone low and deep, his voice not loud, but every word entered the ear.
Wang Dengfeng just looked at Yu Tingzhi, without reacting for a long time.
This feeling was a bit strange.
It was as if he suddenly had faith, and his chest was filled with strength.
"Third brother."
"Hmm?"
"I believe in you!"
Yu Tingzhi chuckled softly, "But I don't even believe in myself."
Sunlight shone on him through the mottled leaves, making his whole person seem a little unreal.
After a moment, Yu Tingzhi slowly turned his eyes, his expression still very faint, "In this world, the only person you should believe in is yourself. Never place your hopes on others."
Song Baoyi followed Zhou Lei to the tea party.
This tea party was initiated by the wife of the Li family, one of the eight great wealthy families in Jiang City.
The location was in the Li family's back garden.
The Li family's manor covered ten acres, with pavilions and terraces in the back garden, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, a gentle breeze, and an elegant environment.
More than a dozen wealthy ladies gathered together, bringing their children, chatting and laughing, making it very lively.
In recent years, the Song family's position among the wealthy families had become increasingly prominent. Coupled with Song Baoyi's widespread reputation for beauty, before the mother and daughter even stepped into the garden, Madam Li, Zheng Shuhui, stood up to greet them, "Madam Song, we were just saying how outstanding Miss Song is, a famous talented woman in our Jiang City, and here you both are."
Everyone liked to hear flattering words, especially someone as vain as Zhou Lei.
If someone praised Song Baoyi, she could sit there and listen all day.
"Oh, no," Zhou Lei said proudly and self-importantly, but still very modestly, "you're too kind to our Baoyi."
Zheng Shuhui said with a smile, "Well, there has to be something worthy of praise! All of us are envious that you gave birth to such a good daughter!"
Being wives and mothers, who wouldn't want to have a good daughter like Song Baoyi whom everyone envied?
"Madam Song, we all want to ask you, how did you raise such an excellent daughter?"
Hearing this, the other wealthy ladies immediately echoed.
According to Song Baoyi's current development, she would definitely achieve great things in the future.
Connections were especially important in the circle of wealthy families.
It was just a pity...
Song Baoyi was soon to be engaged to the famous good-for-nothing in Jiang City.
Listening to the others' agreement, the smile on Zhou Lei's face could hardly be concealed, and she no longer pretended to be modest, continuing, "Actually, I didn't teach her much, it mainly depended on the child herself. She loved reading since she was little, and we were afraid she would hurt her eyes, we couldn't even stop her."
"That's talent then! Something we can't envy."
After Zhou Lei finished chatting with everyone, Song Baoyi slowly greeted everyone one by one.
She had taken etiquette classes since she was a child, and her words and actions were proper and well-mannered. At this moment, she was even more poised, successfully becoming the center of attention.
Just then, someone said, "Madam Yun has arrived."
The voices praising Song Baoyi gradually faded, and everyone looked towards the entrance.
Song Baoyi also turned her head.
She saw a noble lady walking in the front, wearing an ink-green cheongsam. Although she was already forty-three years old, her figure was still curvaceous, her long hair was styled up behind her head, and she didn't look her age at all.
The noble lady was also holding the arm of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. The girl was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing designer clothes, her hair was loose, she wore a blue mask, and she lowered her head, somewhat afraid to look at everyone.
This noble lady was Zhou Fengyan, the head mistress of the Yun family, the leader of the eight great wealthy families.
The girl beside Zhou Fengyan was her only daughter and the future heir of the Yun family.
Yun Shiyao.
As soon as Zhou Fengyan entered, everyone rushed to greet her.
After a moment, Madam Li introduced, "Madam Yun, this is Madam Song and Miss Song."
Zhou Lei's face was full of flattery, "Madam Yun, you look so young, who would have thought you were the mother of an eighteen-year-old child?"
"Thank you."
Song Baoyi looked at Zhou Fengyan and said politely, "Madam Yun, hello. This must be Miss Yun?"
As she spoke, Song Baoyi took the initiative to extend her hand towards Yun Shiyao, "Miss Yun, I am Song Baoyi. I am the same age as you, a senior in high school this year. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Looking at Song Baoyi's outstretched hand, Yun Shiyao took a step back and clutched Madam Yun's clothes tightly.
Ever since her disfigurement three years ago, she had become insecure and sensitive, especially when she saw beautiful girls.
The smile on Song Baoyi's face remained, but she was very unhappy inside.
No one had ever disrespected her so much.
She was willing to shake hands with this ugly freak Yun Shiyao, which was already giving Yun Shiyao enough face, but she didn't expect Yun Shiyao to be so ungrateful.
Yun Shiyao's appearance was very ugly, and she had even scared children to tears before. Therefore, almost no one her age was willing to play with her. If the Yun family wasn't the head of the eight great wealthy families, this Yun Shiyao would have long been a pariah.
If the Song family didn't want to borrow the Yun family's influence, she wouldn't have treated Yun Shiyao!
Zhou Fengyan stepped forward and took Song Baoyi's hand, "Shiyao is introverted, Miss Song, please don't mind."
"You're too kind. I used to be even more introverted than Miss Yun. It's only recently that I've become so thick-skinned!"
She turned being generous and natural into being thick-skinned. How could such a kind junior not be liked?
Moreover, Zhou Fengyan had also heard that Song Baoyi was a disciple of Wu Yue, exceptionally talented, and had surpassed her teacher in treating burns and scalds, known as a walking repair machine.
Otherwise, Zhou Fengyan wouldn't have brought Yun Shiyao to this tea party.
In fact, over the years, in order to restore her daughter's appearance, Zhou Fengyan had sought many miraculous doctors and been deceived many times, but she hadn't given up hope. She believed that one day, her daughter would definitely be able to take off her mask and walk in the sunlight.
Now, she had finally seen a glimmer of hope.
Since Song Baoyi was Wu Yue's disciple, she must have the ability to restore Yun Shiyao's appearance.
Thinking this way, Zhou Fengyan then said, "Miss Song, may I have a word with you in private?"
Song Baoyi naturally knew the reason and nodded, "Of course."
Madam Li had already prepared a tea room, and immediately led the two of them in.
Zhou Fengyan turned to look at Yun Shiyao, her tone gentle, "Shiyao, wait outside for a moment, I'll talk to Miss Song for a while."
Yun Shiyao nodded.
Arriving at the tea room, Zhou Fengyan first took a sip of tea, and then said, "I've heard that Miss Song's medical skills are excellent, with the ability to bring the dying back to life."
"You flatter me," Song Baoyi said very modestly, "I'm just lucky to have had a good teacher."
Zhou Fengyan smiled as she looked at Song Baoyi, "In the end, it's still because Miss Song has the talent. By the way, regarding my daughter Shiyao's face, how confident is Miss Song?"
"Eighty percent," Song Baoyi said.
"Really?" At this moment, Zhou Fengyan seemed to see hope.
Song Baoyi nodded.
Zhou Fengyan then said, "Miss Song, to be honest, Shiyao's situation is much more complicated than you imagine. Why don't you take a look first before drawing a conclusion?"
People who had experienced too much disappointment knew that feeling was unbearable.
Zhou Fengyan never wanted to experience hoping with all her heart and then being disappointed again!
Song Baoyi didn't directly answer the question, but asked, "Is Miss Yun's face definitely a burn or scald?"
"Yes," Zhou Fengyan nodded.
Song Baoyi smiled and said, "Then there's no need to look. Madam Yun, as long as you believe me, then Miss Yun will be able to take off her mask in the near future."
"Born as a dragon, even if one day its palm teeth are broken, its scales are torn, its eyes are blinded, its claws are severed, and it falls into shallow water, a dragon is still a dragon."
This is a passage that Yinyin likes very much, selected from the internet, and after I checked the source, it seems to be from "Being a Dragon."